People,

In the immortal words of Pete "12-Gauge" Galea, "What's Crackin'?"

What's crackin' for us is that we played an ass-kicking extravaganza at the Hard Rock on Saturday. Now people, you know I'm a cynic, but even my objective take on this gig said it was going to suck ass. Big ass.

We loaded into the club via a freight ramp into a beer cooler/meat locker. Dag. From there we took an elevator to the second floor "green room". This room certainly lived up to its name, enough so that I literally began to feel nauseated by the intensity of the green wall paint. Aiding the nausea was the fact that I also drank a Mountain Dew Code Red because I was really thirsty. Have you ever had one of these? Holy Christ, it's like paint thinner and cough syrup mixed together with a dash of Red #5. To put it plainly, avoid this crap.

Anywho, after an eternity in the green room we made our one and a half hours late start. There's nothing worse than telling your friends that you'll be playing at nine and then not playing until 10:30. Arg.

But people, despite all of these problems, we still managed to kick some asses. There were a surprising number of people there and they were great. it actually turned into a really rewarding night.

I guess what I'm learning the longer I do this is that my instincts are always wrong. I think that, like George Costanza, if I want to be happy I should always believe the opposite of what I think is right.